Sang Luo wanted to nod and say that it was indeed because Shen Wuyang was not talented enough that she wanted to accept a metaphysics genius as her apprentice to see how far he could reach.
But she was afraid that saying this would hurt Shen Wuyang's heart.
After carefully wording her words, she said: "Cultivation is about cultivating the mind. It is enough that you will not forget to do good deeds and keep a kind heart for thousands of years after your death."
"The so-called cultivation talent is just a difference in skills. The essence of practice is to cultivate the Tao, not just at the level of skills."
"You've gone beyond the surface to the inside, and you don't have to think so much."
When Shen Wuyang heard his master praising him, the displeasure he felt just now disappeared.
"Master, our secret room will open next month. Then you have to promote our secret room well in your live broadcast room."
Sang Luo hummed, "I will. Remember to print some discount coupons for me and I will give them to the pilgrims who come to the temple to offer incense."
"Okay!" Shen Wuyang smiled, looking at the master carrying a big hiking bag, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"Master, where are you going?"
Sang Luo pinched the shoulder strap, "I'm going to Mount Tai."
"Oh~" Shen Wuyang looked like he understood, "It turns out that Master is going back to his hometown."
Since ancient times, the souls of common people return to Dailu after death.
In other words, the souls of all ordinary people after death will be lured by ghosts to the foot of Mount Tai, and from here they will enter the underworld to receive judgment. Mount Tai is the hometown of all ghosts.
After Sang Luo said goodbye to Shen Wuyang, he set off on his way to Mount Tai alone.
After walking for two full days, Sang Luo finally arrived at the southern foot of Mount Tai.
There is a Dai Temple here, also known as Dongyue Temple.
Enshrined inside is Emperor Dongyue, the supreme ruler of the underworld, who is what their ghosts usually call him.
At the top of Mount Tai, enshrined is the fairy empress of the upper world, the fairy Bixia Yuanjun of Mount Tai of Dongyue, commonly known as Grandma Taishan.
The top of Mount Tai leads to the world of immortals, and the foot of Mount Tai leads to the world of ghosts.
This is also the place where ancient emperors ascended the throne and enshrined Zen.
However, today the grand scenery of thousands of years ago can no longer be seen here.
Walking on the road, Sang Luo could hear tourists talking from time to time.
"Baby, let's go to Mount Taishan. Others say that this is a place where good luck can be strengthened and bad luck can be eliminated."
"Is it so magical?"
"It's true! It is said that if a boy is destined not to come here, he will be taken back by heaven if he comes. There are also many netizens who say that they get headaches as soon as they reach the foot of Mount Tai."
"Then let's not go. What if I am a boy? Will I die?"
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Although the status of Mount Tai is not as sacred as it used to be, the folk legends about Mount Tai have never ceased.
Sang Luo walked through the streets and finally came to the Dai Temple.
The temple of Taishan Fujun is extremely majestic, with city walls tens of meters high, three vermilion gates, exquisite railings, and bright bricks and tiles.
There was much more incense than her small Taoist temple, and she could clearly hear the voices of the pilgrims talking and talking outside.
After passing through the Zhengyang Gate and walking a little further, you will find the Tiankuang Hall where the statue of Emperor Dongyue is enshrined.
But for some reason, the Tiankuang Hall was closed tightly, and the door was full of people, chattering non-stop.
Sang Luo grabbed a child at random, "Kid, what happened here? Why isn't Tiankuang Hall open? What are you doing here?"
The little boy with a hooded hair replied: "A man just helped a beautiful woman in! The man's accent was very strange, he sounded like a little devil!"
The Jarhead boy had sparks in his eyes, "These little devils, if they don't stay well in their own country, why are they coming here to us?"
"Little devil?" Sang Luo lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, as if she understood something.
She rushed to the door of Tiankuang Palace in one stride. She reached out and pushed the door, but the door was blocked by a mysterious force and she could not open it at all.
"Girl, this door is locked by that little devil. We tried it, but it can't be pushed open!" an aunt said very enthusiastically.
Another young girl also said: "These little devils, I don't know what they are doing in our country again! I have called the Civil Guard Bureau to report it! You come here and wait, lest the little devils hurt you."
Sang Luo took a few steps back, but did not go down the steps.
Instead, he used his internal strength and pushed hard towards the door.
The door opened.
After opening the door, a male corpse appeared on the floor in the center of the main hall.
There were formations surrounding the male corpse.
She only took one look and knew that this formation was the formation of Taishan Mansion Junji.
"The Yin and Yang Taoism of Fusang Kingdom." Sang Luo murmured.
The Taishan Prefecture Jun Sacrifice originated from the Fusang Kingdom.
Thousands of years ago, my country's Yin Yang and Five Elements theory traveled eastward and was introduced to Fusang. The Fusang people learned from it, absorbed it and developed a new magic.
It's Onmyoji.
The so-called Taishan Palace Monarch Sacrifice is an equivalent exchange of praying to Emperor Dongyue and exchanging one's own life for the life of the deceased.
The pilgrims outside the house quickly gathered around after seeing the door open.
"Ah!! Someone is dead!"
Some timid girls were so frightened that they ran away after seeing the corpse.
There were also those who were brave enough to carefully look at the face of the male corpse on the ground.
"Hey! Isn't this the male devil just now? Why is he dead?"
"Where is the beautiful woman in his arms? Why is she missing?"
Sang Luo understood that this man's sacrifice had been successful. He died and the woman in his arms lived.
She couldn't help but feel worried.
The identity of a woman who can make a man travel thousands of miles to Mount Tai and ask the Lord to resurrect her with her own life must not be simple.
I don’t know what the intricate relationship is behind this.
Sangluo searched every corner of the palace for the beautiful woman that the pilgrims said.
But found nothing.
Finally, she fixed her sights on the buttocks of the statue of Emperor Dongyue.
She silently apologized to Fujun in her heart.
Then, without hesitation, he jumped onto the altar and walked towards the back of the statue of Emperor Dongyue.
The pilgrims gathered around the main hall were dumbfounded.
"Ouch! This is so disrespectful to Emperor Dongyue!"
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die! This girl is in big trouble! Come down quickly! She's so rude and unruly!"
"She will get retribution, right? Let's leave quickly! When lightning strikes, we don't want to hurt innocent people."
Sang Luo ignored the pilgrims' dissuasion and walked straight to the statue of Emperor Dongyue.
Then he bowed deeply: "Boss, I'm so sorry."
Then, he poked his head behind the emperor's statue.
A very beautiful woman, all white in body, was squatting under the buttocks of the statue of the Great Emperor.
As soon as the woman saw Sang Luo, she walked around from the other side of the emperor's statue and jumped off the altar.
He ran away in a flash.
(End of chapter)
